When I open my eyes to the light of morning, pain radiates through my head and I instantly close them again. I groggily sit up and scratch the top of my head. I grumble and groan to myself as I roll over and try to get comfortable. I just want to go back to sleep. I feel the presence of another person beside me, so I scoot up to them. I snuggle up in an attempt to try to fall back asleep. When I open my eyes again, nobody is around. I sit up once more and look around the now darkened room. This isn’t my bedroom. Where the hell am I? I remember driving to Mina’s and then---Ah, fudge! I feel a sense of slight panic beginning to creep over me as I get out of bed. I’m wearing a baggy t-shirt that doesn’t belong to me and some sweatpants that also don’t belong to me. I open up the bedroom door and walk into the living room. The TV is on, playing cartoons. Mina isn’t on the couch, though. I frown and walk into the little kitchen, realizing fully how bad my head hurts. I press my palm to my forehead and notice Mina leaning against the counter. She clutches a mug of coffee and sips it while she stares at me.

“Good morning,” She says sleepily, “Coffee?”

“No thanks,” I mutter, sitting down at the counter.

Mina shrugs, “Suit yourself.”

I place my elbows on the counter and bury my face in my palms, “My head freaking hurts.”

“Yeah, well, you did end up getting completely hammered.” Mina snickers as she pulls out a few boxes of cereal, “You must be a hell of a lightweight. You didn’t drink a whole lot.”

“Can I have some Froot Loops?” I asked as I massage my temples.

“Anything for you,” Mina gushes sarcastically.

She pours me a bowl of cereal and adds just the right amount of milk. She pushes the bowl across the countertop and I barely lift my head to eat it. I take a small spoonful into my mouth, grateful for the feeling of the cool milk running down my throat. When I’m finally starting to feel a little better, I speak up.

“What happened last night, anyway?”

“So,” Mina begins, “We got to my apartment and broke out the booze. We drank until our hearts’ content and then you got even more messed up. I tried to